His Indecent Proposal(10)

His guts in knots, he fought ferociously with himself. He felt a small, smooth hand touch his cheek and a whispered plea. "Please."

It calmed the raging fires within. He allowed her to turn his face, take the kiss, opening her little mouth against his. Her tongue came out, dipped into his mouth and swirled inside. His grip tightened on her unconsciously.

Jenna was swimming under a multitude of emotions. She had gone from panic to arousal in no time at all and couldn't seem to concentrate on why she should keep saying no. Currents of pleasure were running through her from the smooth strokes of his hands. He was being so gentle. She liked it. Her body awash from the slow, caressing strokes, it was all the more shocking to her when he suddenly stiffened, pushed her legs apart and rose over her in one swift moment.

She was knocked from sweet desire back to distress in seconds.

David felt the moment he lost it and lost her at the same time.

Jesus Christ! He needed to learn some control with her, and fast. What the fuck was it about her that made him respond this way? His mind felt separated from his body, and the animal inside was winning.

He hissed in a breath, reached for her hips, flipped to his back and brought her over him, straddling him, all in one quick motion. He lay still beneath her, his hands on her hips, his breathing ragged. His cock was thick and engorged, and it pulsed against her, riding up between the silky cheeks of her ass. He was about to explode. He gritted his teeth and began reciting pi in his brain. Three. Point. One. Four. One. Five. Nine. Two. Six.--

Jenna's breath hitched as she found herself spread out over him, her hands on his chest. Her feminine core was parted against his stomach, and his shaft pulsed against her, hot steel nestled against her butt. It was an intimate position that was blowing her mind.

She sat still and tried to assimilate the changed position and situation. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and she could see the feral look on his face, even though his eyes were closed. Goosebumps slid across her skin as he lifted his hands from her hips, slid them up on either side of his head, palms up, in an act of submission.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

Their gazes clashed in a tangle of need, his pulse beating under her hands, and from his shaft pushing against her cleft. Her heart was beating so hard it hurt. They continued to stare at each other.

His hand slowly reached up and slid to her shoulder, cupping it in his rough palm. "Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?"

Need coursed through her at his vulnerable tone.

She shook her head softly, her hair whispering over her shoulders, over his hand. "No, I only know what you d-do to me." Her voice was soft, trembling.

His hand tightened on her flesh. "What do I do to you?" he demanded, his free hand reaching to the nightstand and picking up a condom.

Jenna could feel what he was doing in the dark, she knew he was rolling a condom on behind her. How could that be sexy? She hated that he knew she would give in to him.

He reached for her hips and demanded again, "What do I do to you?"

"You tear me up inside." She held herself stiffly over him while he rubbed her hips with smooth, circular strokes and listened. "You make me want you and you take my body but I don't think--I d-don't think that's enough for you. I think you want my soul."

His hands tightened involuntarily. She was right. He wanted everything. But he knew that was crazy. It was too soon to be feeling shit like that with her. He refused to think about it.

He didn't answer, just continued to take strokes of her body. His hand swirled over her breasts, down the valley between them, and around her nipples, but without touching the peaks. He heard her inhale sharply. He swirled his hand down to where her femininity was stretched open on his stomach. He put his finger over the spot he knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

He felt it when she relaxed against him and moisture rained from her core. Picking her up by the hips, he maneuvered her to the head of his penis, standing ready to impale her.

Her eyes flew to his and she shook her head slowly. "No, I--"

He slowly began to push into her, the force of his hands on her hips and the trembling in her thighs aiding him. "Shh, shh."

"Please, I--"

He pressed two fingers against her clit with ruthless intent and she panted softly, made a tiny, ragged sound as she flooded with moisture and sank all the way down on him.

She fell against his chest and shuddered visibly.

David felt the tight clasp of her body and the sweet electric heat of her hot, wet skin clamping down on him made him shake. She was warm and soft in his arms, and for now, just the intense relief of being inside her was enough. His brain took a walk, and his body and emotions took over. He lifted her hips and forcibly made her take a stroke on him. And then another.

By the fourth stroke, she took over and his hands left her hips and sank into her hair, pulling her face to his, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her softly, trying to give her the same kind of gentle movements she was taking with her hips.

Lifting his mouth, his eyes were on hers when she slowly opened them. He watched her intently and held her face in his palms. "You're mine. Nobody can have you but me."

Jenna's mind and body splintered at the possessive tone. His eyes held hers, and it was enough to push her over the edge into oblivion. Her body tightened on his, her muscles clamping down and contracting on him, and all she remembered when she collapsed against him was the primal sound that vibrated from his chest as he spilled into her.



Late the next morning, Jenna came from the bedroom, showered and dressed. She felt slightly more human after a good night's rest. She was surprised she had gotten any sleep at all, but didn't waste time thinking of her good fortune. Her nerves were a mess. She had to talk to him.

She found him in his study, through an open door that led from the living area. He was concentrating on the laptop in front of him, a cup of coffee by his side.

She stood in the doorway a moment until he looked up. A subtle difference changed his features when he saw her. A small coil of helplessness ran through her system. A feeling of not being in control of her person, her body or her own free will.

"Good, you're up. You must be hungry." He stood and walked toward her, stopping in front of her and sinking his hand into her scalp. A quiver of heat ran through her. He lifted her face and put a gentle kiss on her lips.

"You smell good." His voice was deep as his mouth moved to her ear and she could feel him breathing in her scent. Serious doubt took hold of her. She could try, but she knew she wouldn't be able to fight against his possession. She would be fighting herself. His power over her was insidious, already addicting.

A soft sigh escaped her.

"Why the sigh, baby?"

She looked up into his strong, dominating face. The truth came from her lips. "Because I know you're going to win this fight. You're not going to let me out of this, no matter how much I argue." She watched her words hit him. "Even though I made a stupid, foolish mistake, you think you own me already."

His hand in her scalp clenched tight around her skull and his other hand captured hers and lifted it high above her head and pressed it against the door frame, trapping her. His eyes devoured hers. "You got the first part right. You're not going to win, so there won't be a fight. You're my wife," his voice hissed out. His erection pushed into her stomach. "But haven't you figured it out yet? You've owned me since the first day you walked into the office."

A small gasp escaped her. Her lashes flew up and her eyes opened wide on his, her skin softening with a delicate, pink flush, as her heart hammered from his disclosure.

He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue penetrating her lips and swirling around hers. He lifted his head, studied her trembling lips and slowly released her from his death grip. Retaining one soft, white hand in his, he led her from the room. "Let's get you some food so we can get you moved in here."





Chapter Nine


Jenna sank back on her heels as she knelt in the huge, walk-in closet in the master bedroom. It had been a long, tedious day. She put the last pair of her shoes on the shelf and slowly looked around. His clothes were all around her. Suits, dress shirts, jeans. All lined up and in precise order. There was nothing out of place. By comparison, her clothes now hung in one small area of the closet, taking up a tenth of the space of his. Her apparel was here now, in his closet, by his command.

The day was almost over. Everything she owned was in his house now, moved from the basement of the brownstone where she had been living. Her stomach tightened.

She had made another attempt at breakfast to tell him she thought they had made a hasty mistake. He had squashed her attempt at communicating and hustled her out the door and into his vehicle in the blink of an eye.

Jenna heard a noise at the door leading into the bedroom and looked up from the incongruous sight of her shoes lined up next to his.

David stood in the doorway watching her. He casually lifted his hand and motioned for her. "You finished here, baby? I want to talk to you."

Jenna lifted herself from the floor with an unconsciously graceful movement and turned toward him. He was watching her with a penetrating stare and her footsteps stalled. He reached out, took her hand, and led her into the bedroom where he motioned for her to sit in one of two armchairs that sat in an alcove of the room.